Gobsmacked, elated, I was trippin' at the sight before me. I leared across the room at the image cooking into my memory. Who was this man?
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It was graduation in my sleepy town and I ventured out with a few friends to the local tailor. We all needed to procure a tuxedo before the end of next week, that, and find dates to prom.
Everything was going swell, I had worked all summer as a paper boy to save up enough to help put towards our shared limo on prom night. It was costly, but worth it. It just means I might have to settle for a cheaper suit so going into a high end place like this might have been a mistake. It wasn't.
I lied, all my friends are looking for dates. I had decided I was just going with a close friend, I told her she didn't have to go to prom with a gay guy, but she didn't like the guys in our school and really didn't mind going with me. I had come out earlier this year to close friends and family, it was a huge relief off my chest. Since affirming my sexuality, and realizing that it's not just guys, but older guys that made my cock hard I've been exploring the internet for videos of older men, and their cocks. It started with older teachers, usually the pleasant jolly types with beards and chest hair, but moved quickly to celebrity crushes and family friends. I wasn't ready to come out to others about that, as I myself wasn't sure if it was wrong or not really what I wanted. That night, I found out.
We arrived at the tailor's late, we had been out for fast food and figured we'd swing by after. I was the short one in our group of guys, 5'9, brown hair, slim build. Just turned 18 in April and I gotta say, being openly gay in a small town was a bit scary, but my friends were very supportive; there weren't that many gay people here so my bros figured I was cool, and they would protect me etc. They were honestly sweet.
When we opened the door, the smell of fine material and steam like when you plug in an old iron wafted about. I liked the smell, it was very masculine and it meant there might be some sexy older gents in here.I looked around eagerly, but only saw one clerk, a young man in his 20s. The man attended to my friends, knowingly mentioned the prom and asked which styles and colors they needed for their dates. Those with dates knew, the others quickly sent text messages and sent pictures to ask the girls what they wanted.
I spotted a black tux with a navy outline, and it drew me in for a second. The tag reads $250. I'd have to look for something else. Then the soda from Dairy Queen was running through me fast and I knew I was going to have to take a piss.
"Nature calls boys" I rattled off, barely making a dent in their attention as I drifted towards the washrooms near the back of the room.
I whipped the door open, the urgency becoming apparent. Inside the room there were four stalls, it was quite a big changing room. The first stall was open. As I approached the stall my mouth dropped, hit the floor, and exploded into a thousand pieces of disbelief. The Tailor was in the stall, sitting on the toilet seat, apparently just staring at his massive, godlike errection. His gaze shifted to me as I gawked, immobilized.
"Sorry son, was just changing into my suit after my lunch break. Didn't think anyone was in the store, oops!" He laughed calmly his confident voice gruff and even."No worries sir..." the words pulled from my stomach with some strange force.I dodged into the stall next to his, the need to piss on the tip of my mind now, however the thought was caught up in the excitement of what I had just bear witness too.
I was rock hard, feeling some precum building up. I couldn't go. His voice piped up again, he must have changed quickly into his suit.
"See you out there!" The door swung shut and I was able to concentrate on my mission. My cock was too hard to piss, I had to distract my mind with thoughts of inanimate objects like a seat belt, power saws, napkins.
After I finished pissing, I thought about how good it would feel to masterbate with that man next to me. I was druling with that picture in my head, man, did I ever want to see more of that hairy crotch and body, not to mention his handsome face.
When I waltzed back into the room, I was terrified that I was going to get shit for what happened, that the Tailor had told my friends. Of course, I was overreacting. I looked over and saw the man from the stall helping my good friend Zack. There were only three of us left, Troy and Greg must have picked something quickly and bounced.
Now I was becoming nervous, hoping I would be approached by the man in his 20s instead just so I didn't have to face the Tailor with the perfect cock. I watched as he buttoned the tux up for Zack, winked and said
"Looking great young man, you'll have all the ladies asking for a dance next week!" He was about 6 feet, maybe 55 years old, great toned shape, daper beard who's silver hairs glistened in the florescent lights and hairy arms. God I loved that too, hairy knuckles and from my view in the change room, knew he had curly white hairs popping out around his neck, covered by the suit now.
"Thanks, and it's just for one special lady anyhow"Zack looked pleased, smiling in the mirror at the Tailor.
Out of the corner of my eye I saw the young clerk leaving. "Goodnight Bill, see you tomorrow!" He spoke, trailing off. Uh oh, there goes my cover.
Zack payed for the tux. Adam didn't find anything he liked, so was getting a drive with Zack, and I told them I would walk home as I lived only two streets up from the tailors. Before I knew it, the boys left, leaving me alone with the Tailor Bill.
"And what about you?" I turned around after saying goodbye, the Tailor's glowing smile wrapped in that cute grey beard. He had grey eyes, wise facial features, and an honest smile.
I was stammering, left wondering how I allowed myself to be the last one. I glanced up at the black and navy tux and he noticed.
"Relax, we will find something you like! No need to be nervous young man" he reassured me.
"Looks like you had your eye on this one?" He pointed to the black tux. I did like it. As he took the tux down and admired it I spent a second to admire him close up. I could still feel the precum building on the tip of my cock. It was rock hard pressing against my leg. He was so beautiful, I was genuinely awestruck by his handsome features, calming demeanor and deep eyes.
"I like this one" the nerves in my belly ebbing forth. " But I don't think I can afford it."
My throat was dry, my cock hard and the image of his member flashed in my mind while he smiled and winked at me.
"Well, let's see if it fits, then we can talk about price!" He was overly excited now, with the fevor of a great salesman. The way he winked at me made my knees weak.
I pulled the tux on, it was a bit to big.
"No worries son, we can get you measured and this suit sized up for you, I'll lead you back to the measurement room now." A wisp of flirty electricity sparked between us as I began to feel slightly at ease with him but becoming increasingly horny and wet.
When we got to the back room, he asked me to prop myself on stool in the middle and take my shirt off. I was starting to feel a bit flity myself and yanked the shirt over my head exposing my young, slender but toned upper body. His eyes widened and he grinned almost hungrily.
"All those days at the pool really showing buddy!" He barked, happily measuring my chest and arm length. He kneeled next, and brought the measuring tape up to my inseam. I couldn't hide my erection any longer, there was no way he didn't notice my bulge and wet spot forming on my trousers around my boy dick.
"Hmm seems I might need a better angle for this pant, would you mind shucking off your trousers buddy? Would really make things easier for an old fart" he played coy, but he was no old fart. He was strong and comforting, he smelled like aftershave and fine clothing. I looked down to see that he was adjusting his cock in his pants, the way he knelt showed his massive flesh tube meandering around his upper thigh.
"Sure, whatever you need sir" I drifted, my mind was consumed at the thought of him seeing my boy dick standing at attention while he measured me. I was overcome by my hormones and the heat in the room between us made me so, so horny. I wiggled out of them as he pulled on my ankle cuffs, freeing my legs, and cock that were now busting through the top elastic of my boxer shorts.
I looked down in horrifed paralysis. He didn't make a big deal, but I did see him further adjust himself. He finished measuring me, and when he brought the measuring tape towards my inner thigh my cock jumped sporadically, the wet spot glaringly obvious. I could have sworn I heard him inhale deeply, the scent of my boy precum wafting around his head and mouth.
"Good boyy, got the measurements now. Just hang tight while I get the legs and arms hemed. Should only be 5 minutes. Oh, and keep your pants off for now son, just in case it still isn't a perfect fit. We can fix it again." His eyes locked with mine, I could visibly see his massive erection now as he stood up. His bulge was drool worthy, and i had wished he had more instructions for me to follow.
"I'll be back in a jiffy, I'm very excited to see this suit on you boy" his voice gruff and distracted.
I was excited as well, but for different reasons. Was he going to make a move, or did he feel I was too young? Damn did I ever want another chance to see him naked.
As he left the room my hand ached for my dick, I grabbed it in my underwear and slid my finger round the tip, smearing the precum across my bulbous boy head. I started jerking softly; man it felt like I could blow with a single touch right now. My hormones raging and my penis very rigid, I closed my eyes and relapsed back to the sight of this handsome hairy older man. The way he was just staring at his cock in the stall made me think he probably jerks off back there, maybe thinking about the younger clerk. I relished in the moment, edging my boy cock with my tight hand. Just then, the door moved. I quickly flopped my cock back into my boxers, glanced over and saw a figure standing behind the door.
"Hello?" My voice quivered, he was watching me touch myself, but for how long? Had he even bothered to hem the suit?
The door creaked open and he revealed himself. His own cock in his hand, the huge prick lurching over the zipper in his suit. His balls were pulled out, they were normal sized coated in graying fur.
I gulped loudly, I couldn't believe my eyes. He looked damn good in his grey suit, his body fit it perfectly. I didn't know what to say, my dick nudged the back of my mind with another drop of semen plopping onto the carpet. I'm glad he was able to say something.
"I couldn't resist boy. After you found me in the stall earlier, my cock has been rock hard. It's been over a week since this old man has shot a load. Watching you stroke your perfect boy cock, I just had to release my dick. Your a dream son." he approached me slowly, smiling and then winked.
"It looked like you enjoyed what you saw in the stall, right boy? Did you want another look buddy?" He moved next to me. His dick sprawling upward. I reached out with my hand, my heart pounding into my lungs. I was taken aback at how forward and horny this man was. It made me submit and become enveloped in my desire. His cock was cut, about 8 or 9 inches and thick, perfect head with just a tinge of purple, it was glistening now that he had been tugging on it.
"Sir I, I've never..." my voice spiraled out of wack. I had never been this close to another naked man before, my urges and need to release myself boiled over.
"Its so big sir..." I murmered as I tenatively reached for it.
" Now son, don't do anything you don't want to do. I remember being a virgin boy myself, you seemed curious so I took a chance. Are you curious about men boy?" He asked as he grabbed my wrist with his hairy hand, the warmth triggering a tensing in my groin.
He moved his cock into my palm, it was so hot and heavy. I didn't think a cock could be so big and hard. I was mesmerized. I gripped it softly and he exhaled, making guttural noises.
" I like older hairy men, I want to be daddies bitch boy" my mouth spewed the words out, possessed.
" Good boy, that is so fucking hot" he whispered as he let me carass and hold his throbing staff.
" Have you ever tasted another man..." he gently spoke to me. I took the signal with ferocity as I stepped off the stool, putting me under him now, I looked up at his eager face, my hand still griping his wild sized piece.
"No sir, but I've jerked my little boy dick fantasizing about my burly teachers at school, my church pastor, and mothers friends. I imagine sucking on their cocks when they are drunk or at a party." My words echoed in my head, where was all this coming from!? This man made me want to divulge my deepest secrets to him.
"Did you want to taste me?" He gestured to a chair, and I let go of his dick. He sat down in the same position I had found him in earlier that night. His beat red cock lazer pointed right at me.
"Just start slow son, use your tongue first and lick slowly around daddies penis, make my dick wet with your hot mouth before you take it in." He breathed out, relaxing his legs as I positioned myself on my knees. My anxiety was burning, it felt so wrong yet so right. I knew that I was gay, but now that I've come face to face with the cock of a man I was smitten with I began to worry; am I going to be good at this or embarrass myself? Sensing my plight, he chuckled and lightened the mood.
"Don't worry baby boy, you will do great. I'm suree." he said, leaving me feeling better about my nerves.
I started slowly as he said, trailing my tongue around his cock and balls, working my way up to the bottom of his shaft. I stopped there, sucking lightly on the base of his cock. He groaned, and then laughed softly.
"Nice boy" he let out, his eyes fixating on mine.
"Now, spit on your hand son and rub the spit onto my cock. I like my cock wet. I like the way it sounds; your boy hand gliding on it" his voice became more firey and domineering. I liked that. I wanted clear instructions. I spit twice into my palm and then grabbed his dick in the middle. I stroked upwards toward the head, spreading my spit to his tip and then back down again.
"Tighter grip boy, wet and tight for dads dick, please" he moaned. He started leaning back as I gripped tighter. The spit on his dick squishing between my fingers. My hard prick was now dripping lots of precum onto the carpet, he didn't seem to notice or worry about it.
"Please yourself while you're working my penis son." He told me as I continued to slide my hand up and around his erect inches. I grabbed my oozing dick and stroked.
"But go slowly boy, I have plans for your load." He ushered to me, his face beginning to turn red from the pleasure and heat.
I continued squishing the spit over and around the tip, it was driving him wild. He was starting to tense, his cock getting somehow harder. I was completely enamored, drivin by pure hormones and the sight before me, in that moment my sexuality was reaffirmed. I know now I'll have a long life of chasing moments like this with magnificent daddies. Their fur, gruff voices, handsome faces. Just the air of maturity, knowing that they know what they like.
"Now boy did you want to see my cum... did you want to make me cum with your tight boy hand? Don't worry, I have at least two big loads for you little buddy." He began panting.
"Yes sir, please let me squeeze your load out of your penis." I wispered. He then suddenly got up, undid his pants and let them slide down. Next he flung his shirt to the left, exposing himself. He wasn't wearing any underwear. His burly chest hair popped out toward me and I had to run my fingers through it. Then I was pulled up for a warm fuzzy embrace that hit me at my core, being sucked in and surrounded by his masuline hairy grey chest was heaven. He sat back down now, awaiting his service.
"Like my fur boy?" He questioned somewhat rhetorically. Of course I did, I never wanted to leave its cozy heat. His pecks were big and hard, he obviously exercised regularly.
"Your absolutely stunning sir, I can only hope to be as fit and beautiful as you someday. I love that your teaching me how to please you. I'm an A student". I mustered, my breathe becoming labored as I continued my hand job as per the Tailor.
I was stroking faster now, my cock and his. He was growling hungrily at my efforts.
"Yes son, fucking wank my meat you horny boy. Use your other hand and feel dads crotch and ballsss." He gasped and I abliged, running my hand over his furry sack then up around his belly and legs.
The spit on my hand was drying up. And I looked up at him, my balls busting to cum, hoping for a hint.
He smiled, he had plans for my load.
"Now son, your going to blow your hot cum all over my dick and crotch, and jerk it into my penis until I blow. Got it?" He demanded. My eyes widened as I wanted nothing else at that moment, I propped up on one leg to get an angle where I could coat him in my sweet boy cum.
He cooed as he he saw me close my eyes, watching me pound my fist over my slick head. My legs began trembling and I couldn't remember an orgasm feeling this powerful before. I locked onto that pent up feeling like I'm about to desend down on a roller coaster. Locked my hand around my cock and groaned loudly, our eyes connecting like old friends as I began to cum. I shuddered the gooey sperm everywhere, huge dollops landing on his cock head, around his balls and all around his crotch. My whole body spasmed and twitched. It felt soooo good to release on this man. I was addicted.
"Wowww" he whispered as the wetness struck him all over and his eyes bulged at my eruption.
"That was extremely hot, watching you cum on me. Nothing better than two boys playing, pleasing, making each other wet like this. Now you got me ready to explode...did you want to taste your own cum boy? Did you want to wrap your mouth around me?" He excitedly locked his lips, knowing not only did I want it, but would quickly satisfy his request.
I dragged my hand up toward his tip, my cum pooling around my thumb and fingers, then stroked it back down, watching the semen dribble and dew. I moved closer now, my mouth hovering over his exposed genitals. I had never sucked a cock before, but neither had I jerked another man off.
"Slowly at first" he double checked, making sure I am still listening. He must have picked up on my hesitation.
I stuck my tongue out and pushed down on his head, his piece filled my mouth with its heat. It was drenched in my cum and the combination of my sweet spew and his rich salty dad cock had a powerful aroma and taste. It tasted like reckless abandon and pure hormones.
"Ahhghh" he moaned deeply letting me know it felt good, there was an urgency however and I could tell he was trying to hold back.
I slurped and gulped happily on his dick, feeling the edge of his head push into my throat as I moved down, my gag reflex kicking in.
"Amazing boy, you're a hot handsome cock sucker. Now use your hand as well, make sure to clean your cum off my shaft. Use the cum and your spit to keep my dick wet while you suckkk." I could tell the way he was talking to me was bringing him closer.
I sucked my lips up and over his head, pushed down with my mouth and hand simultaneously. I spit directly on his purplish helmet and drug the spit everywhere with my mouth.
I could feel his hand move to the back of my head, holding my mouth on him
"Yess, oh son. Right there. Let dad slide his meat down your throat." He hissed, the pleasure commanding his tone.
I hadn't ever tried to deep throat a cock, and I'm sure it takes some practice. But I was so horny and eager in this moment I let him gag me on his perfect dad cock.
"Uggghhhh" he growled and pushed hard this time on the back of my head. His hard prick slammed into my throat and gaged me, at that moment I could feel his thick dad load start to froth into my mouth and down my gullet, I gaged more but held fast.
"Fuck , FUCK, fuck! Don't stop son, suck hard on my head boyyy." His voice immature for once, he screamed as he bucked his hips upward into my mouth.
Sucking deep as I could; Sweat poured off his forehead, as he held my head on him. He jerked and fucked my mouth rapidly, more of his salty musky cum erupting.
"Jesus Christ son." He said, exasperated, our collective cum solution dripping off my lips.
I swallowed and sucked harder, gathering my liquid reward onto my tongue, then drank it up like fine Wine. I couldn't get enough of his wet warm dick in my mouth.
His eyes opened as he rolled back to reality, I was sure we both had galaxy level orgasms; his chest bellowed and his breathing returned to a somewhat normal.
He was still hard, his big furry hand still resting on my head as i coaxed the last remaining drops from his tip. He glowed in approval at me. His warm smile breaking as he winked.
"Amazing, son, your very talented. I give you full marks boy." He wispered to me, still panting.
What a night, I was already hard again and was totally spaced out from the pleasure and intense connection with Bill the Tailor. It was easy to say at that moment my life would never be the same, and I'd have this urge to please daddies for the rest of my life. Before standing up, the Tailor pulled me into his arms and squeezed, wrapping his legs around me. He held my neck and looked down at me.
"Now, how about we get you that suit you wanted, pay what you can and consider the rest a gift, son." he spoke through his brilliant smile.
He hugged me deeply into his furry presence and and when I glanced upward, he planted a big grey bearded kiss on me, spreading my mouth open tasting what was left from our experience. He snuggled me in, and made me feel amazing, comfortable and most of all like the horny bitch boy I now aspired to be. I felt his cock jab me in the ribs.
"Maybe there are a few more tricks I could teach you before you go boy." He spoke to me, his eyes burning holes straight into my loins. "How would you like to walk out of here a new man?" He said, winking with his brilliant grey eyes.
"Of course Bill, anything for you" I said softy as I felt my boy hole pucker in anticipation.
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